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Game That Gives Money

Mister Money: Inheritance and Love

At Houston University's elite campus in Mayfair City, two worlds collide through the lives of Gerald Martinez and Danny Blackwood. Gerald, a scholarship student from the wrong side of town, navigates the marble halls in his thrift store clothes while his dark curls frame a face hardened by necessity. His worn sneakers echo differently against the polished floors than the Italian leather of his classmates. Danny Blackwood represents everything Gerald isn't—trust fund privilege wrapped in designer suits, a Patek Philippe gleaming on his wrist as he slides into his Lamborghini. The heir to a financial empire, Danny moves through university life with the casual arrogance of someone who's never known want. The catalyst for their collision is Xavier Chen, Gerald's former girlfriend who traded love for luxury when she realized Gerald's potential couldn't match her appetite for Hermès bags and Christian Louboutin heels. Now draped on Danny's arm, she's everything Gerald lost and everything Danny effortlessly possesses. Caught between them stands Naomi Ashworth, the conglomerate heiress whose friendship with Gerald puzzles their social circle. While Alice Montgomery, the school's untouchable beauty goddess, watches from her pedestal alongside Danny's inner circle—Yuri and class president Blondie—Gerald finds support in his dormitory under Rick's guidance and his loyal friend Clinton. As tensions escalate between the dormitories—Rick's working-class fortress and Ivar's white-haired kingdom of privilege—the university becomes a battleground where relationships fracture along lines of wealth, loyalty, and ambition. In Mayfair City's first-class restaurants and boutiques, every interaction carries the weight of class warfare disguised as college drama.
Xoxo_2025 · 14.5K Views

Architect's Game

In the year 4056, the world was suddenly filled with fears when a catastrophic creation called "The Devourers" - a monstrous being born from a failed experiments of the scientists - began attacking and destroying everything in their ways. Humanity began clinging to any methods of survival with half of humanity gone in an instant for just twenty years of the devourers appearance so humanity decided to go into hiding. One hundred years later after the devourers ruled the world, a global phenomenon suddenly emerged, a sudden flash of light known as the "system" proclaimed the selection of "Apex Warriors" - warriors chosen by the Architects to be their champions - thus it became the sense of hope to humanity. Apex Warriors were given a unique and strong powers by their own Architects, a power that could rival the devourers thus humanity began fighting back. Thousand years later, humanity live in balance with their technology improving and many people were chosen as an Apex Warriors. Everyone hoped to be a chosen Apex Warrior but not for Kael. Kael lived a miserable life. His father favor his brother more, due to his brother being the son of his lover, and cast aside by his father when his brother became a chosen Apex Warrior by the Architect of Light. Having nothing left to fight on, Kael was ready to end it all and he was in a brink of his death when a sudden light emerged in front of him. 〔 Congratulations! The Architect of Misery found you interesting and chose you as his champions! 〕 Kael: Eh? 〔 The Architect of Misery grants you the power of Immortality!〕 Kael: ....... Ehhh?!?! Kael who was dumped by life was given a chance to redeemed himself by being an Apex Warrior. His problem? He really wanted to die but the Architect of Misery gave him immortality. Now, he's an immortal, and utterly miserable Apex warrior, constantly trying (and spectacularly failing) to kill himself while hunting Devourers. Will he accept this power or will this be a curse for him forever?
Akiro67 · 1.9K Views

Extra's Money System: Money from Distrust, Skills from Lies

"Ugh... what the hell?" My skull felt like it was being used as a drum in some heavy metal concert. Every throb behind my eyes promised a full-blown explosion. And then it hit me—right. I drank way too much last night. Bits of memory came rushing back: a nightmare workday, my jackass boss dragging me to an “after party,” one drink turning into ten. Couldn't say no, not when a bonus—or respect—was on the line. I groaned and rubbed my temples. This wasn’t just a hangover. Something was wrong. My voice—raspy and strange—escaped without permission. I froze. That was my voice… but it didn’t sound like mine. I sat up too fast. The world tilted. And then—trees. Everywhere. What the—? I lived downtown. This was a forest. I staggered up, legs barely cooperating. The air was too clean, too fresh. Like sixth-grade camping-trip fresh. Then something moved. A lump of earth? No. It floated. Floated. Ding! A chime echoed in my head like a glitch in a video game. "What the hell..." Nothing around me changed—except a woman standing nearby. Calm. Like this was normal. She turned and raised an eyebrow. “You coming in or not?” Still dazed, I nodded and followed. Ding! “ShapeShifter ability added to the shop.” Shop? Then a robotic voice boomed in my head, smug and cheerful: “Welcome to the Distrust System, dear host. Your mission: gain distrust. The less you trust, the more you earn. Bonus: every time someone lies to you, their power is copied.” I caught one word. Money. My confusion snapped into interest. If there was cash in this madness, I was all ears. The woman finally glanced back, unimpressed by my staring. “Lost?” she asked, tone like velvet hiding a knife. “Me? Nah,” I said, smirking. “Still right here… looking at you.” Her eyes narrowed. Later, she stood in front of an empty table, once stacked with food. All gone. She hissed. “Was he fasting for ten years?!” Her stash—gone, devoured by me. Murder was now top of her to-do list. She glanced at me, slumped with a bloated stomach and snoring softly. “Disgusting human,” she muttered, already pulling a hidden blade from behind the wall. She crept into the room, raised the knife— Thunk. Right into the blanket. No scream. She yanked it back. Pillows. Her eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A voice murmured behind her, smug as hell: “You know, for someone planning murder, you’re really predictable.”
Gompank · 1.6K Views
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